Richard Thompson - Genesis hall

My f^Bbather he ^Crides with your ^Dmsheriffs And I ^Bbknow he would never mean ^Charm But to s^Fee both ^Bbsides of a ^Gm7quarrel Is to j^Bbudge without hate or ^Dmalarm

^FOh, ^Gmoh, ^Chelpless and slow And y^Fou don't have ^Gm7anywhere to ^Dmgo

You ^Bbtake away ^Chomes from the ^Dmhomeless And ^Bbleave them to die in the ^Ccold The ^Fgypsy who ^Bbbegged for your ^Gm7presents He will ^Bblaugh in your face when you're ^Dmold

Well, ^Bbone man he ^Cdrinks up his ^Dmwhiskey A^Bbnother he drinks up his ^Cwine And they'll ^Fdrink till their ^Bbeyes are ^Gm7red with hate For ^Bbthose of a different ^Dmkind

When the ^Bbrivers run ^Cthicker than ^Dmtrouble I'll be ^Bbthere at your side in the ^Cflood It was ^Fall I could ^Bbdo to keep ^Gm7myself From ^Bbtaking revenge of ^Dmblood